Doors are closing, automatic doors
Are closing . Last time, get out. We've sold the wares
brightpinkshortorange strawberriesandmangos sorted
money counted (made a loss) the day has stopped
Chalk Xs across shop windows this world, yes,
for now
has finished
Get out.
It was a fine little establishment
(though 'was's are often that way)
But things run out
And things black out
And you ran out
just the other day
So though we still have tidbits left
Stems of grapes and corners of felt
Popped red balloons, bright purple welts
On my fingers
just get
Juet go
You've gone
And I don't really see
What point there is in continuing
With this little, selfcentred
Enterprise
of living.
Author notes
perso >= shop. unusual metaphor. what do you think.
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